47: Chapter 47 The Eyes of a Person Seeking Credit

Just as Huang Mao was secretly lamenting to himself...

Su Muxue, who was heading toward the kitchen, suddenly stopped in her tracks.

She turned her head, looking past the two "sisters" who were still doubting themselves, and her gaze landed accurately on Huang Mao.

That look...

How should he describe it?

It was like... for example, if you had an exceptionally smart Border Collie at home, and you told your friends it was incredibly well-behaved and affectionate.

When your friends came over, it indeed behaved perfectly—shaking hands, rolling over, bringing slippers—making the friends very happy.

And when all the friends were praising it for being sensible...

It would turn its head to look at you, its tail wagging like a propeller, its eyes screaming: "Master, Master, did I do well? Hurry and praise me, hurry and praise me!"

It was that kind of look.

A gaze that completely viewed herself as a "subordinate" and was seeking credit from the "ruler."

Huang Mao felt a tingle crawl up his scalp.

Was this girl getting a bit too deep into her role?

Su Muxue didn't speak; she just gave Huang Mao a gentle wink before turning to walk into the kitchen.

But that brief moment of eye contact made Huang Mao feel an unprecedented amount of pressure.

What kind of gentle and considerate little maid was this?

This was clearly a succubus in sheep's clothing, slowly encroaching upon the territory of this home bit by bit.

Not long after, Su Muxue came out carrying several glasses of steaming hot milk.

She first respectfully placed two glasses of milk in front of Leng Qingxuan and An Ran respectively.

"Sisters, be careful, it's hot."

Then, she carried the last glass of milk and walked over to Huang Mao.

This time, she didn't stand like she had before. Instead, she leaned over slightly to place the milk on the coffee table.

This movement caused her already impressive curves to be faintly visible at her neckline, revealing a breathtaking arc.

"Master, this is also prepared for you."

Su Muxue's voice was kept very low, so low that only Huang Mao could hear it.

That tone was completely different from when she called them "sisters."

It carried a deliberate magnetism, as if it could stir the deepest desires in one's heart.

"I think... a glass of hot milk should be very helpful for your energy and sleep tonight, right?"

"After all, as the Master, you are the pillar of this home."

Those words...

No matter how he heard it, it sounded wrong.

What did she mean by 'energy tonight'?

What did she mean by 'pillar'?

Huang Mao almost choked on his own saliva and quickly picked up the glass to take a sip, trying to hide his embarrassment.

And this scene naturally didn't escape the eyes of the two "sisters" nearby.

Although they couldn't hear exactly what Su Muxue said, that obvious "double standard" attitude was something even a blind person could see.

To them, she was a "sister"—polite and caring.

To Huang Mao, he was the "Master"—she was submissive and... fawning!

The sense of crisis they had slightly let down instantly spiked, becoming even ten times stronger than before!

What kind of sensible little sister was this?

This was clearly a high-level vixen!

An Ran was the first to lose her cool.

Seeing Su Muxue's "I'm very capable" appearance, the competitive spirit in her heart was instantly ignited.

Isn't it just doing chores?

Isn't it just taking care of people?

I can do it too!

"Um, Huang Mao..."

An Ran suddenly spoke up, her voice a bit abruptly loud.

"I saw that you ate a bit of greasy food tonight. How about I peel some fruit for you?"

"Eating some apples will help cut the grease; it's good for your health!"

As she spoke, she was about to get up to go to the kitchen to find a fruit knife.

This was her specialty; although she wasn't good at cooking, she had practiced the skill of peeling an apple in one continuous strip!

However, before she could even stand up...

Su Muxue, as if she had already anticipated her move, smiled and pointed to the other side of the coffee table.

"Ah, speaking of that."

"Actually, while I was preparing the dessert earlier, I handled the fruit as well. Perhaps you ladies didn't notice."

As if performing a magic trick, she pulled out a food container from the lower shelf of the coffee table.

She opened the lid.

Inside, apples cut into the shape of rabbits were neatly arranged; each piece was shockingly consistent in size, and she had even thoughtfully inserted toothpicks.

"Because I was worried about oxidation and browning, I specifically soaked them in light saltwater. The texture should be just right now."

Su Muxue pushed the container in front of Huang Mao, that impeccable smile still on her face.

"Sister An Ran, please just stay seated. You don't need to worry about such small things."

An Ran froze in place, looking at that box of apple rabbits that looked like works of art.

Then she looked at her own hands, which were strong but not particularly nimble.

A deep sense of powerlessness welled up in her heart.

What was this?

Was this the legendary 'predicting your prediction'?

This was too much 'involution'!

This wasn't living a life; this was clearly fighting a war without gunpowder!

And the opponent was the kind of cheating player who started with max-level god-tier gear and a full-map hack!

Leng Qingxuan watched this scene, her heart also filled with despair.

But at the same time, she also realized one thing:

In the field of "service," trying to compete with someone like Su Muxue, who came with the "top-tier maid" attribute, seemed to be a battle with no chance of victory.

This simply wasn't a contest on the same level.

Since head-on competition wouldn't work, she had to switch tracks.

Leng Qingxuan's brain worked rapidly and soon found an entry point.

Emotional resonance!

That's right. Although Su Muxue was capable, she had just arrived after all; she had no common language or memories with Huang Mao!

This was where the real advantage of "veterans" like them lay!

Thinking of this, Leng Qingxuan pretended to casually brush her hair back, then turned to look at Huang Mao.

"By the way, Huang Mao."

"The first game we played this afternoon—that dungeon's hidden boss—I thought about it later. Actually, if we had used the terrain back then, we should have been able to clear it more easily, right?"

"That boss's attack wind-up is actually quite obvious..."

This move indeed worked.

At the mention of the game, Huang Mao's attention was instantly drawn over.

"You noticed too? Actually, I wanted to say it then; that terrain is indeed a bug spot..."

As soon as An Ran heard this, she immediately reacted.

This was her strength!

"Yes, yes, yes! It's that monster with the giant hammer!"

An Ran hurriedly leaned in, forcing herself into the conversation.

"I felt something was off then. If our coordination had been a bit more seamless, we could have definitely cleared it without taking damage!"

The three of them immediately began a heated discussion about game tactics. That atmosphere of mutual understanding seemed to form an invisible barrier.

It isolated Su Muxue on the outside.

Leng Qingxuan and An Ran secretly breathed a sigh of relief, glancing at each other, both seeing a glimmer of the joy of victory.

See that?

This is a bond!

This isn't something you can replace by cutting a few apples or pouring a few glasses of milk!

However, even in the face of this obvious exclusion, Su Muxue didn't show any disappointment or eagerness to fit in.

She just stood quietly to the side, that calm smile still hanging on the corners of her mouth.

When Huang Mao's throat became dry from talking...

A glass of water at the perfect temperature would appear right by his hand at just the right time.

When An Ran got so excited gesturing that she almost knocked over her glass...

A hand would steadily support the glass and move it to a safe position.

She didn't interject, didn't interrupt, and didn't even have any sense of presence.

But she was like the air and water in this home.

Silently and gently permeating every corner.

This silent "service" was more powerful than any words.

She seemed to be telling everyone through her actions:

You guys talk, I'm only responsible for making the Master more comfortable.

I am the infrastructure of this home, an indispensable background.

This level of refinement was almost terrifying.

Huang Mao, at the center of the storm, naturally felt this undercurrent of tension.

On one side was the "spiritual resonance" of his childhood sweetheart and the campus belle.

On the other side was the "physical care"—purely from a lifestyle perspective—of the top-tier maid from the sky.

These two forces constantly pulled and collided around him, sparking invisible flames.

But on the surface, he remained unruffled, even seriously analyzing the boss's skill mechanics.

To survive in this home, the most important skill was—playing dumb.

As long as I don't take the bait, you guys can't start a fight.

I'm an emotionless NPC; I don't know anything.

Time passed in this eerie yet harmonious atmosphere.

The night deepened.

Everyone finished the glasses of hot milk filled with "heart."

Huang Mao glanced at the clock on the wall and yawned.

"Alright, it's getting late. Everyone should get some rest."

Hearing this, Su Muxue immediately stood up.

She first walked to Huang Mao and gave a deep bow.

The movement was so standard it could have been pulled straight into a period drama.

"Goodnight, Master."

"I wish you sweet dreams tonight."

Then.

She straightened up, turned her head, and looked at Leng Qingxuan and An Ran, who were sitting on the sofa with wary expressions.

On that originally submissive face, a brilliant, even slightly sly smile suddenly bloomed.

"Sisters, goodnight to you too."

"Please take care of me from now on."

With that, she turned and went upstairs, leaving behind only an elegant silhouette.

Leng Qingxuan and An Ran watched her disappear at the top of the stairs, feeling a chill run down their spines.

That smile...

She was definitely declaring war, right?!

It had to be!

"No way..."

An Ran stared fixedly at the stairs, and after Huang Mao had gone up too, she said through gritted teeth.

"I absolutely cannot sleep too soundly tonight."

"I have a feeling this woman is going to pull some kind of stunt in the middle of the night!"

Leng Qingxuan rarely didn't contradict An Ran, instead nodding with a solemn expression.

"Agreed."

"We have to keep a close eye on her."